#thirtyone

"Uh...Honey? Where's the scarecrow?"

And with that, Inktober draws to a close. I'm quite content with how far I've gotten. Farther than last year, and no combos like the year prior.

It was always a treat when Narcotics merged with Intelligence. They had never gotten to work together really as Harrison was a few years into the job when Weston went to he academy post deployment. Since he bumped up into Intelligence, he just had to wait it out until they had free time to spend together. When Weston was put on Narcotics, it was a risky choice at first, but one that paid off big time. Every now and then, he got to work with his best friend, his roommate, his other half. 

“I thought people in Intelligence were supposed to be intelligent. Come on,” he whined as Harrison was putting away his paperwork for the day now that the case was closing out. “Martha and Camille are due at our place within the hour and I can promise it’s going to be a fucking wreck if either of them find out we moved into the big room together.” It was a nice three bedroom loft, two full stories and a loft lounge they had made. Without someone losing out, they had each taken the smaller rooms for themselves, leaving the larger one a guest bedroom for the meantime. That was at least until they decided to share a bedroom. They made sure to keep their private life as out of the public eye as possible, at least while they were trying to get used to the shift between childhood best friends, and whatever this was now. No one at work knew, and no one in either family knew yet.